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What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
You’re Gabriella Falco. The wife of the Capo dei Capi.
They will not break you.
Stefano picks up an A4 piece of paper, and I get a glimpse of the words written on it before he walks closer to me.
Step down or she will die.
When Filippo picks up some kind of gun, horror pours through me, and I clench my jaw tighter.
Dio.
My breathing speeds up when Stefano pushes the piece of paper against my stomach.
Filippo presses the gun to the paper, and I brace myself for a lot of pain, but all I feel is a pinch as if I’m getting an injection.
I slowly let out a breath of relief.
“Send the recording to me,” Stefano orders before walking out of the room.
That’s it?
My eyes flit to Filippo, and I watch as he works on a laptop. The camera is still trained on me and recording.
With Stefano gone, I begin to feel the pain in my shoulders and wrists from hanging for so long.
Filippo nods at the other man who I forgot about, giving him a silent signal.
The men don’t taunt me or show any emotion, and for some reason, it worries me more.
What’s going to happen now?
I hear the man move in behind me, and suddenly, I feel an intense pain, and my body convulses violently. Every muscle locks into pace, cramping horribly.
The pain stops as quickly as it started, and I press my lips tightly together, staring at the wall again as I try to breathe through the shock of being electrocuted.
“Again,” Filippo orders.
Dio. No!
Whatever they’re using to shock me presses against my back, and my muscles instantly tighten, the pain spasming through me.
I’m unable to breathe, and on the fourth shock, an agonizing sound escapes my clenched teeth, and I instantly regret it because I don’t want to give these men anything.
“One more,” Filippo mutters.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
My body shakes violently as the electric currents zaps through me, and when it stops, it’s hard to lift my head as I suck in desperate breaths of air.
My mind is frazzled, and I struggle to process what just happened.
“Turn her around so her back is to the camera,” Filippo instructs.
When the bastard takes hold of my hips and turns me to face him, I manage to shoot a glare at him.
“Step down, Falco,” Filippo demands. “Or we will tear her apart.”
